Who’s The Boss?
October 6, 2005
I started the morning the same as most weekday mornings, rubbing my eyes as I turned off the alarm. Since I’m not a morning person, I usually continue to lay in bed while my husband takes his shower. When I hear him turn the water off in the shower and turn the water on in the sink to shave, I grumpily get out of bed and dress the boys. After they leave to start the day, I smirk as I crawl back into the bed and enjoy the silence before I take my own shower and greet my work day.
RING RING RING … Dang it! So much for my sweet silence. “Michele, its Donna. “Wrangler” is sick. He’s pale and even his lips are white. We need you to come pick him up.” So, I dress for the occasion - Donald’s sweat pants and long sleeve shirt. I call Pops and ask him to open the store and wait until Judy, our assistant, arrives. Then I grabbed Levi’s dinosaur blanket and head to the preschool.
On the way home, I started planning the work I could take care of while I was home for the day and realized I very well could have jeopardized a normal job by calling in sick or leaving early to pick up a sick child. It’s great to be the boss and know my job will be there the next day!
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